Val snorted.
"No," Veronica said, pointing at her now. "You just gave me details of your amazing night with Marco. I think we crossed the line of what we can and cannot say to each other about…" She waved a hand vaguely. "Everything. Like, two Nonnina teacups ago."
Valentina's face turned red instantly, really red. It started at her cheeks and moved downward. Val covered part of her face with one hand as the memory of the previous night came rushing back.
"So you really are getting married, uhn," Vee said. "To Marco this time."
"Yeah…" Val sighed, her lightness dimming just a little. She looked down into her tea. "I still feel some kind of way. Every moment, I dread Ricardo just strolling back in like nothing happened."
"You have done nothing wrong, Val," Vee said. "You followed your heart. That's all."
It was messy, yes. Painful, absolutely. Inconvenient even. But wrong? No. Love had arrived at the worst possible time, but it had arrived honestly.
